Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 09:45:01 -0600 From: Edward Holub Subject: Ebenezer Splooge All the people and places mentioned in this story are fictitious. Any similarities in names or places is purely coincidental. Please do not read if it infringes upon your local laws. Thank you. I encourage feedback. Please e-mail me at: DannyOceandocean20@hotmail.com Ebenezer Splooge by Danny Ocean London, in the winter of 1837, was arduous. Icy wind swept the city streets and all of the souls who were not indoors were the beggars and the manual laborers. Even the ones in debtors' prison had it better than the corpses-to-be on the street. One figure, though, who walked the snowy street who was not poor nor a laborer was the beadle. He oversaw the city workhouse and the orphanage. He was a round and robust fellow on whom the cold made no impression for he had layers of fat and a good coat to boot. He walked casually down the middle of the street, ringing a large hand bell and shouting "boy for sale." At his side walked his pretty little charge dressed in ragged clothes. A melancholy expression adorned his sooty face and his posture was down-trodden. His little armpit was in the clutches of the beadle's left hand which propelled him through the snow. Meanwhile, in a large, warmly heated office, Ebenezer Splooge sat at his desk checking financial figures in a ledger. He was middle-aged, well-dressed and handsome by all accounts. He gaily hummed to himself while he worked and occasionally took a drag from a black cigar nestled in an ashtray. The only thing that annoyed him was a pesky erection that pushed at the fly of his trousers. He wasn't usually this aroused, but the abrasive fabric of his under things sometime effected him this way. He finished a row of figures, put down his pen, and stretched causing his chair to creak. He stood up and walked into the corridor and into the adjoining office of his one employee, Ralph Roundtree. "I say, Roundtree..." began Splooge. "Yes, sir," said Ralph, swiveling around in his chair to address is boss. "I experience such itching and general unpleasantness in my groin region that I'm almost tempted to fire my charwoman. I tell her time and again to changed the laundry detergent to something a bit more gentle on the fabrics, but she just ignores me." "Well, sir. I could ask my wife what she uses. I don't usually have that problem," said Ralph. "I wish you would and get back to me as soon as you can," said Splooge. He warmly clapped a friendly hand on Ralph's shoulder. "I suppose you'll be looking forward to your week off for the Christmas holiday?" "Ahh, indeed I am, sir. My wife and I are visiting her sister in Tunbridge Wells." "Jolly good. By the way, is it warm enough in here for you?" "Yes, sir." "Well, if you desire more coal for your stove, don't hesitate to take what you need." "Thank you, sir." "And one more thing, Roundtree. Why don't you pop off to the market and pick up some lunch for the two of us," said Splooge taking out a few pounds notes. "Some ham, cheese, and bread. And a bottle of port should do nicely." Ralph got up from his seat and took the money from Ebenezer. "Thank you, sir. Be back in a flash," he said putting on his coat and top hat. Ebenezer sat back at his desk as Ralph went out the door. This confounded diddlywhacker was becoming intolerable. He had to find relief soon. Perhaps he could flog the bishop while Ralph was to market. He unbottoned his trousers and was about to pull out his percy when he heard the beadle ringing his bell and shouting about the boy for sale. Boy for sale! thought Ebenezer. That's what I need. He stuffed his beef bayonet back into his pants and put on his coat and hat. He was out on the sidewalk within seconds. His initial declaration of "You, there, boy for sale," was lost in the swift, turbulent wind. It flew down his throat, choking him. He resorted to running the few yards up to the beadle. The beadle, upon seeing this frantic fellow descending upon him, took up a rigid staunch as if to ward off blows. You never can be to careful on the streets. "You, there! Are you the beadle?" shouted Ebenezer above the wind. "Indeed I am, sir. State your business." "How much do you want for the boy?" asked Splooge trying not to be too dazzled by the face and body of the young lad. "I see that you are a gentleman, sir. For you.....two pounds, ten." "Here's a five pound note," said Splooge thrusting the money into his hand. He then grabbed the boy marched off into the wind. "And a very Merry Christmas to you, sir!!!" shouted the beadle. As soon as Splooge entered his building, he ushered the sweet lad into his office. He noticed the lunch laid out on a table there which told him that Ralph had returned and had partaken of his half of the food. He rushed to Ralph's room. "I say, Roundtree..." "Yes, sir." "I'll be in my office for the rest of the afternoon and I don't want to be disturbed." "I'll honor your wishes. Also, sir, you gave me much too much money for lunch. I placed the change on your desk," said Ralph. "Very good, Roundtree. I'll see you in the morning." "Very good, sir." Ebenezer frantically rushed back into his office. His erection, alas, had not retreated one iota. It was still as turgid and angry as ever. Splooge knew it needed immediate attention. He closed his office door and saw the young boy warming himself at the pot bellied stove. "What's your name, lad?" asked Ebenezer taking off his coat and hat. "Dick Smedley, sir. The fire is ever so nice," the boy replied. "There's food on the table for you. Help yourself." Dick shouted with glee as he rushed over to the table and began wolfing down the left-over lunch. Splooge sat comfortably on the divan and watched Dick eat. His eyes focused on the lad's lips and tongue which were in constant motion. He was getting delirious with mounting sexual excitement. The boy threw back a draft of port, belched, and sighed indicating that he was done. Ebenezer got up and guided him to the divan. He sat the boy down and stood next to him, his crotch level with his face. "What would be my duties, sir?" "Oh.....cleaning here and there, fetch and carry. But your most important duty is to take care of this," he said pulling out his thick, 7 inch, cock. The boy's eyes bulged. He showed more wonder than fear. When he wrapped his hand around it, his fingers never met. It was that large. Ebenezer gasped at the boy's touch. "You're familiar with it, then?" "Oh, yes, sir. I serviced many a cock at the workhouse AND the orphanage. You could say that I was a favorite with all," said Dick as he gently moved his hand back and forth. "Oh, that feels good, Dick." "Shall I suck it, sir?" "Indeed you must, but don't call me sir. From now on call me daddy." Dick giggled at that. "Yes, daddy. I'll suck it willingly and joyously." He then proceeded to bob his head on Splooge's cock. He was indeed a pretty lad. His dirty blonde hair was long and unkempt, but it added to his beauty. He had three inches of Splooge's cock in his mouth. His left hand jacked as he sucked. "Oh, Dick, my boy. Boy of mine, your ministrations are exquisite. How much more can you get into your mouth?" Without answering, Dick grabbed Ebenezer by the buttocks and slowly and fearlessly devoured the cock inch by inch until his lips met the pubic hair. "OHHHHH, my wonderfully clever lad. You're going to make me spend very soon," said Ebenezer in a shaky voice. Dick's throat was as stuffed as a Thanksgiving turkey. With one hand he gently petted Ebenezer's balls and with the other hand he wormed a finger into his asshole. Splooge's entire body lurched as if struck by an electrical charge. "OHHHHH, Good Heaven's, I'M SPENDING. I'M SPENDING!!!" he screamed as he forcefully ejaculated into the pretty boy's mouth. "DRINK IT DOWN, DRINK IT DOWN, MY PRETTY LAD!!!!!" It certainly was a challenge, but Dick was able to swallow Ebenezer's entire discharge. With trembling knees, Splooge collapsed onto the divan. He pulled Dick on top of him and began kissing all around his face in gratitude. Then he concentrated on his lips. They kissed luxuriously for many minutes. Dick looked lovingly into his new master's eyes. "Will you suck me now, daddy. I'm very hard." "I long for nothing more than your discharge sliding down my throat," said Ebenezer. He flopped Dick on his back on the divan and slid his trousers to his ankles. He consumed both the young boy's cock and balls into his hot mouth. The boy gripped Splooge's hair in his tight fists pulling him tight against his crotch. High pitched squeals reverberated on the office walls as the boy took his pleasure. And it wasn't long before he, too, quivering in ecstasy, shot an impressive load into his new daddy's mouth. Ebenezer chased the boy cum down with a small glass of port. "You'll come to live with me in my town house," said Ebenezer while petting Dick's soft hair. "You'll have no mother, I'm afraid. I'm a bachelor. We'll spend many hours comforting each other. Our love will grow as the years go by. And damn anyone who criticizes me for loving a boy as a wife." Dick sighed as he caressed his daddy's face. "I love you, daddy," he said. Suddenly, the office door opened. A stout, well-dressed older gentleman with huge muttonchops stood there staring at the half nude man and boy. "Mr. Scrooge?" "No, Splooge. Scrooge's office is on the other side of town." "Sorry for the interruption. And Merry Christmas," he said closing the door. Ebenezer suddenly remembered something very important. "Oh, by the way. Can you take it up the arse?"